The Training School *1*

BF (A.K.A. a she-devil in the flesh)

"Okay honey, it's time to go." My mother's voice said. Drawn by it, I look up and see nothing but a blurry mess right where her face should be. Every time I try to focus on it or try to remember it, she only seemed to grow more and more unrecognizable. Shaking my head, I rub my eyes; maybe I had some unshed tears in them. Being ripped away from your family at the age of...of however old I am would make someone emotional, right?

I take my hand away from my face and find that it's dry, but my mom took it as a sign of me being upset. Lovingly, she touched my shoulder and said, "I'll miss you so much, but you have to be strong and believe that you'll make it back to us." She says in a sort of encouraging way. But I had lost interest, instead my attention was focused on three equally blurry figures standing a few yards behind my mom.

After a few seconds of just staring at them, realization dawned on me. Those people were my family. My twin brother, Adam, my older sister, Blythe, and my dad, I just couldn't remember what they look or sound like. I was surprised I even remembered their names!

Taking a shaky breath, I look back to my mother but now she's nothing more than a bunch of colorful pixels in the form of my mother. "What the-?" I begin but immediately I feel strong and sturdy hands grip my shoulders.

I spin around to find there's no one there. "Don't do that honey, you know we have no choice." A gravelly and static filled voice says right behind me. I turn back around and see that the figure that used to be my mother is still standing there, almost frozen in place, while the rest of my family is gone and in their place stood a man in a pitch black suit holding his arms wide open, gesturing for me to go to him.

Everything in my body is telling me to turn away and go find my family, or whatever is left of them, seeing that my mother is still in pixelated form, but I choose to ignore it. This man obviously wanted something from me and I need to know what it is.

I take strong and confident steps as I make my way towards him but when I get within five feet of him, my knees buckle, my vision goes black and I collapse.

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When I woke up my head was stinging as if I had been stung by a bee or bitten by a house spider and some strange woman was sitting in a chair beside the bed that I was laying in. I let out a deep breath and slowly sat up.

"Oh goody, you're awake!" Strange lady cheers in a high pitched and overly perky voice. But only when she flashed me the fakest smile I've ever seen did I decide that I hate her.

"Who the hell are you!" I snap and subtly grind my teeth when she doesn't drop the nice act after my harsh outburst.

"I'm BF, the S1 trainer."

"You're who and what now?" I ask.

"Names aren't allowed to be more than two syllables, that includes the trainers and other faculty, so I go by my initials, BF. And S1 is our abbreviation for Skill's: Level 1. We have three skill levels: Endurance and Strength, Speed and Strategy, and lastly, Weapons and Physical Fighting..."

She continued to explain things to me but an odd sense of Déjà vu washed over me and I tuned her out to try and figure out why. Suddenly the stinging in my head grew stronger and black spots began to dance at the corners of my eyes. I honestly had no clue what was going on, but it felt like my skull was about to explode and Ms. Rainbows and Butterflies over here was still droning on about the rules and expectations of this wanna-be military academy.

"Would you just shut up!" I snap loudly and squeezed my eyes closed.

"Are you alright? She asks and when I open my eyes again, guess what BS, or whatever she calls herself, is doing? Still smiling down at me as if I was her child who just figured out how to do something right and she was the proudest mother in the entire world.